when the thorn bush turns white that's when i'll come home
i am going out to see what i can sow
and i don't know where i'll go
and i don't know what i'll see
but i'll try not to bring it back home with me
like the morning sun your eyes will follow me
as you watch me wander, curse the powers that be
cause all i want is here and now but its already been and gone
our intentions always last that bit too long
far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me and
you're still there
far far away, no choices passing, no time confounds me and you're still there
in the full moons light i listen to the stream
and in between the silence hear you calling me
but i don't know where i am and i don't trust who i've been
and if i come home how will i ever leave
